QUOTE : And I Said To My Soul, Be Loud<br /><br />Madden me back to an afternoon<br />I carry in me<br />not like a wound<br />but like a will against a wound<br /><br />Give me again enough man<br />to be the child<br />choosing my own annihilations<br /><br />To make of this severed limb<br />a wand to conjure<br />a weapon to shatter<br />dark matter of the dirt daubers' nests<br />galaxies of glass<br /><br />Whacking glints<br />bash-dancing on the cellar's fire<br />I am the sound the sun would make<br />if the sun could make a sound<br /><br />and the gasp of rot<br />stabbed from the compost's lumpen living death<br />is me<br /><br />O my life my war in a jar<br />I shake you and shake you<br />and may the best ant win<br /><br />For I am come a whirlwind of wasted things<br />and I will ride this tantrum back to God<br /><br />until my fixed self, my fluorescent self<br />my grief–nibbling, unbewildered, wall–to–wall self<br />withers in me like a salted slug